Tim The Teenage MCPart XXI 7 A Pickled Matter
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It had been a long day, and I wasn’t really in the mood for making friends, especially down the dark roads I travelled down to get back home. My windows were open, the cold air and wind rushing through my car and giving me goosebumps was un-ignorable. It was a nice change from the usual heat, and I was speeding down the dangerous road as fast as I could do enjoy as much of the cool air as possible.
I almost hit her, I certainly would have if my high-beams weren’t on. The young lady was walking alone, down a dark road close to three in the morning. I recognized her from Uni, so I really couldn’t leave her out there.
“Need a ride?” I asked, looking up at her from my seat. We had shared a few classes years before, but she didn’t talk much then. Nadira, I remembered, a name as pretty as she was.
Nadira touched her blonde hair and glanced at me in apprehension. She was wearing a nice dress, a light shade of brown that clashed beautifully with her eyes, visible from the reflections of the car’s light.
“I know you,” she started, smiling nervously, “we go to school together.”
I grinned back, “Yes, we’ve had a few classes together. Do you need a ride?”
“If it’s not too much trouble?”
I insisted.
She climbed in the car and sat down, placing her bag on the floor and her hands tensely balled up in her lap. She was still shy, I could tell, especially in this strange situation. Her skin was pale, and slightly dirty from walking in the dirt. I just wanted to stare at her; she was beautiful without the slightest touch of makeup, and I was nearly jealous of her nearly flawless facial features. I snapped myself back into reality before she could notice.
I inquired concerned “Why are you walking, here, this late at night?”
“I just broke up with my boyfriend” she said, almost unabashed, “I’ve just come from his house, and I was walking towards mine.”
We discussed where her house was, and I again insisted that I help her. She was thankful for the help, especially with the knowledge of what happens to lone females walking around in the middle of the night. As I was driving, she started opening up.
“I broke up with him because he thinks I’m a freak.”
“Well,” I said, inhaling, “when you date a good boy like that, with the types of morals he grew up with, telling him your bisexual might throw a wrench into his life plans.”
She laughed half-heartedly, “he started talking about marriage a few weeks ago, and it terrified me, Kacey. All I want to do is fool around, and he tells me from his soap-box that he can’t be with someone that thinks it’s natural to be attracted to both genders.”
“I know what that feels like,” I told her, “when my sister came out to our parents, she was nearly excommunicated.”
“I’m just so confused. Both body forms are exceptionally beautiful, but I’m not sure how to express my thoughts well enough to communicate the attraction.”
I nodded in agreement, and we spent the rest of the ride talking about Uni, work, family, nauseous ex-boyfriends, and more nonsense. I loved listening to her voice, it was like Spring, if you can imagine. Bright and flowery, joyous and free. She spoke very nonchalantly, especially the deeper into conversation we got.
We arrived at her house and she lingered for a bit, fiddling with the straps on her purse.
“Kacey,” she started, “I really can’t be content knowing you have another hour drive north until you get home. I insist you stay the night, I’ve got a spare room.”
I really wasn’t excited about driving another hour. With my track record, I might fall asleep at the wheel. I accepted her offer hesitantly, insisting I didn’t want to be a burden.
“Nonsense,” she said, slapping the air, “you look like you need the sleep.”
As we walked towards the door, she grabbed my hand and I couldn’t find the energy to fight it. She pulled me up the steps and through the front door.
She looked at me up and down, “I need to take a shower, and you look like you need one too.”
“I think I would fall asleep, I’ll just shower when I get home in the morning.”
She grabbed my hand and held up my chin, trying to pull me away from the gravity of drowsiness.
“You must, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. How about I’ll wait outside the shower curtain, and if I hear you fall over I’ll be able to save you?”
I was okay with the idea, she probably wouldn’t see me, and I really needed to bathe anyway, especially after the nightmare of an evening at work that I had.
She followed me in and I undressed in the shower before I flipped on the water. As I was washing my hair, I could feel myself drifting in and out, until I finally collapsed in the tub. I was shaken awake, Nadira was naked.
“Wha...” I murmured sleepily.
“I was just waiting for you to finish. I thought you were almost done so I was getting ready. It doesn’t seem like you’d be able to finish on your own.”
And I didn’t fight her. She was stunning, and all I really thought about in the car was getting to know her better at the horizontal level.
We stumbled standing up, and I turned around to let her finish messaging the shampoo in my scalp. I let my body relax as she rinsed it, the suds sliding down and into the drain. I could feel her press her hard, wet nipples into my back as she reached around to rinse away the suds that had slid down my front.
I could feel her hand at my stomach as it slowly moved upwards. Her soft lips were at my neck, pecking gently. Her hand was at my breast now, squeezing softly. I knew she could feel my nipples getting hard, and I started breathing heavier, letting my head tilt back and rest on her shoulder. Her other hand came around at my hip, and she dug her nails in, creating a weird sensation of pain with the intent of pleasure. I held that hand and made her dig her nails in deeper, and she squeezed me closer.
The hand that was at my hip moved again, now towards a clit that was begging in agony for attention. Her fingers found it as I relaxed my legs and let them open partially. The sensation of the first touch was nearly unbearable, causing me to moan.
I heard her laugh suggestively and the hand that was at my breast covered my mouth. She whispered into my ear, with the voice that makes life perfect, “We don’t want any of that now; it’s too late at night.”
I grinned and turned my head to kiss her. She accepted, and kissed me back much harder than I anticipated. Both of her hands were in between my legs now, I could feel my stomach coil and everything from my belly button to mid-thigh go numb, under the command of her well-working fingers. My spine was uncontrollable as I let the rest of me relax. I was leaning against her, and she moved me to lean forward, pushing my hands up against the wall as she leaned forward onto me, kissing the back of my neck and her relentless hands still at work. I felt her move again: one of her hands was pushing up against one of my ass cheeks as I felt her hips thrust up against my body. Her nipples grazed my back with her motions, delicately rubbing up against me. One of my hands moved over her most active hand, and we brought myself to the very edge of the cliff that is the pre-orgamic state. I felt my muscles tighten as Nadira’s actions increased ten-fold, knowing I was about to come.
I fell off the cliff into the depths, and I was completely lost for minutes. She enjoyed watching and feeling me come, and gave off another maniacal laugh as I turned around to embrace her. Lips met once again as I reached behind her for the soap. I pulled away and looked at her face as I shifted the bar from one hand to the other. She was smiling, biting her lip, looking back at me. Her eyes said it so well that the extra energy spent on moving her mouth wasn’t necessary, “You know what I want.”
I turned quickly up against her, pushing her up against the tiled wall. She grinned slyly again before I landed another kiss on her lips, letting her tongue push in and out of her sweet mouth as she lifted one leg at a time, letting me rub my soapy hands over her smooth, warm skin. My hands went back up her body to her breasts and past her shoulders and pinned her arms. She resisted nothing.
I pulled away again, and to her chagrin, I slowly led her out of the shower and dried her off with a nearby towel, focusing a little extra time in between her legs. In the same moment I stood back up, she was pulling us into the next room, which seemed to be some kind of study or library. There was a couch up against the wall, and we collapsed onto it in a mass of skin and heat.
I forced her body again, laying on top of her, positioning our legs and hips so that we were between each other. She moaned again as I pushed against her, sliding slightly upward. Her hands dug into my back and her legs started searching for something to squeeze. I pushed against her again as my right hand made its way to behind her head and pulled on her hair in the slightest, causing her moans to grow and her grip on my whole body to become constricting. I wiggled myself away from her and moved her again instinctively.
Nadira was laying on her stomach now, her hips arched towards me, begging to continue.
“Please…” she murmured, “make me come.”
I grinned at her desperate exhaustion and positioned myself betwixt her legs again. I reached over and shoved a pillow underneath her hips, giving her the relaxation of leverage. I looked up before I began to see her arms gripped tightly around the pillow under her head, her eyes closed, her lips moving and forming soundless words. My nose grazed the fleshy expanse that were her lower lips, and my thumb grazed circles around her exposed asshole. Her legs moved again against the surges of pleasure that were shooting through her body, and were constricting me again.
I pressed down my thumb and licked her at the same time, sending her into a new level. She was sweet, salty, warm, and eager. She let my tongue flip up and down her as she moaned louder and gripped the pillow tighter.
I flipped her over again, unaware of the craving monster I had created, and moved up to kiss her on the lips, letting her taste the warm liquid she was dripping. She accepted it completely, while the rest of her body pressed into mine again, so close to orgasm I could feel every inch of her was begging to finish.
I kissed down her chest, past her belly button, and found her clit with my tongue. Two of my fingers ventured inside of her, getting lost inside the wet hot crevice. I opened my eyes to look up at her: her back was arched, her hands frantically searching for a grip, and she bucked with every gentle tongue-flick I delivered. I let the rest of my mouth relax, and started an alternation of flicking and sucking. At this point, she was moving so much I had to hold her down at her hips with my hands, a motion her hands knew to grip tighter at the back of my head.
She came, screaming, in that Spring-like voice, a message of female fragility and unbridled, uncontrolled passion. I quickly moved back up, positioning my hips back into a former position, covering her mouth while forcing out the last remnants of her orgasm with the rest of my body.
She smiled and my hand moved away from her face, kissing her back on her soft lips. She flipped me over and I let my body relax, drifting to sleep, letting her lips kiss any part of me she wanted as I fell into the comfort of the warm couch.
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I almost hit her, I certainly would have if my high-beams weren’t on. The young lady was walking alone, down a dark road close to three in the morning. I recognized her from Uni, so I really couldn’t leave her out there.
“Need a ride?” I asked, looking up at her from my seat. We had shared a few classes years before, but she didn’t talk much then. Nadira, I remembered, a name as pretty as she was.
Nadira touched her blonde hair and glanced at me in apprehension. She was wearing a nice dress, a light shade of brown that clashed beautifully with her eyes, visible from the reflections of the car’s light.
“I know you,” she started, smiling nervously, “we go to school together.”
I grinned back, “Yes, we’ve had a few classes together. Do you need a ride?”
“If it’s not too much trouble?”
I insisted.
She climbed in the car and sat down, placing her bag on the floor and her hands tensely balled up in her lap. She was still shy, I could tell, especially in this strange situation. Her skin was pale, and slightly dirty from walking in the dirt. I just wanted to stare at her; she was beautiful without the slightest touch of makeup, and I was nearly jealous of her nearly flawless facial features. I snapped myself back into reality before she could notice.
I inquired concerned “Why are you walking, here, this late at night?”
“I just broke up with my boyfriend” she said, almost unabashed, “I’ve just come from his house, and I was walking towards mine.”
We discussed where her house was, and I again insisted that I help her. She was thankful for the help, especially with the knowledge of what happens to lone females walking around in the middle of the night. As I was driving, she started opening up.
“I broke up with him because he thinks I’m a freak.”
“Well,” I said, inhaling, “when you date a good boy like that, with the types of morals he grew up with, telling him your bisexual might throw a wrench into his life plans.”
She laughed half-heartedly, “he started talking about marriage a few weeks ago, and it terrified me, Kacey. All I want to do is fool around, and he tells me from his soap-box that he can’t be with someone that thinks it’s natural to be attracted to both genders.”
“I know what that feels like,” I told her, “when my sister came out to our parents, she was nearly excommunicated.”
“I’m just so confused. Both body forms are exceptionally beautiful, but I’m not sure how to express my thoughts well enough to communicate the attraction.”
I nodded in agreement, and we spent the rest of the ride talking about Uni, work, family, nauseous ex-boyfriends, and more nonsense. I loved listening to her voice, it was like Spring, if you can imagine. Bright and flowery, joyous and free. She spoke very nonchalantly, especially the deeper into conversation we got.
We arrived at her house and she lingered for a bit, fiddling with the straps on her purse.
“Kacey,” she started, “I really can’t be content knowing you have another hour drive north until you get home. I insist you stay the night, I’ve got a spare room.”
I really wasn’t excited about driving another hour. With my track record, I might fall asleep at the wheel. I accepted her offer hesitantly, insisting I didn’t want to be a burden.
“Nonsense,” she said, slapping the air, “you look like you need the sleep.”
As we walked towards the door, she grabbed my hand and I couldn’t find the energy to fight it. She pulled me up the steps and through the front door.
She looked at me up and down, “I need to take a shower, and you look like you need one too.”
“I think I would fall asleep, I’ll just shower when I get home in the morning.”
She grabbed my hand and held up my chin, trying to pull me away from the gravity of drowsiness.
“You must, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. How about I’ll wait outside the shower curtain, and if I hear you fall over I’ll be able to save you?”
I was okay with the idea, she probably wouldn’t see me, and I really needed to bathe anyway, especially after the nightmare of an evening at work that I had.
She followed me in and I undressed in the shower before I flipped on the water. As I was washing my hair, I could feel myself drifting in and out, until I finally collapsed in the tub. I was shaken awake, Nadira was naked.
“Wha...” I murmured sleepily.
“I was just waiting for you to finish. I thought you were almost done so I was getting ready. It doesn’t seem like you’d be able to finish on your own.”
And I didn’t fight her. She was stunning, and all I really thought about in the car was getting to know her better at the horizontal level.
We stumbled standing up, and I turned around to let her finish messaging the shampoo in my scalp. I let my body relax as she rinsed it, the suds sliding down and into the drain. I could feel her press her hard, wet nipples into my back as she reached around to rinse away the suds that had slid down my front.
I could feel her hand at my stomach as it slowly moved upwards. Her soft lips were at my neck, pecking gently. Her hand was at my breast now, squeezing softly. I knew she could feel my nipples getting hard, and I started breathing heavier, letting my head tilt back and rest on her shoulder. Her other hand came around at my hip, and she dug her nails in, creating a weird sensation of pain with the intent of pleasure. I held that hand and made her dig her nails in deeper, and she squeezed me closer.
The hand that was at my hip moved again, now towards a clit that was begging in agony for attention. Her fingers found it as I relaxed my legs and let them open partially. The sensation of the first touch was nearly unbearable, causing me to moan.
I heard her laugh suggestively and the hand that was at my breast covered my mouth. She whispered into my ear, with the voice that makes life perfect, “We don’t want any of that now; it’s too late at night.”
I grinned and turned my head to kiss her. She accepted, and kissed me back much harder than I anticipated. Both of her hands were in between my legs now, I could feel my stomach coil and everything from my belly button to mid-thigh go numb, under the command of her well-working fingers. My spine was uncontrollable as I let the rest of me relax. I was leaning against her, and she moved me to lean forward, pushing my hands up against the wall as she leaned forward onto me, kissing the back of my neck and her relentless hands still at work. I felt her move again: one of her hands was pushing up against one of my ass cheeks as I felt her hips thrust up against my body. Her nipples grazed my back with her motions, delicately rubbing up against me. One of my hands moved over her most active hand, and we brought myself to the very edge of the cliff that is the pre-orgamic state. I felt my muscles tighten as Nadira’s actions increased ten-fold, knowing I was about to come.
I fell off the cliff into the depths, and I was completely lost for minutes. She enjoyed watching and feeling me come, and gave off another maniacal laugh as I turned around to embrace her. Lips met once again as I reached behind her for the soap. I pulled away and looked at her face as I shifted the bar from one hand to the other. She was smiling, biting her lip, looking back at me. Her eyes said it so well that the extra energy spent on moving her mouth wasn’t necessary, “You know what I want.”
I turned quickly up against her, pushing her up against the tiled wall. She grinned slyly again before I landed another kiss on her lips, letting her tongue push in and out of her sweet mouth as she lifted one leg at a time, letting me rub my soapy hands over her smooth, warm skin. My hands went back up her body to her breasts and past her shoulders and pinned her arms. She resisted nothing.
I pulled away again, and to her chagrin, I slowly led her out of the shower and dried her off with a nearby towel, focusing a little extra time in between her legs. In the same moment I stood back up, she was pulling us into the next room, which seemed to be some kind of study or library. There was a couch up against the wall, and we collapsed onto it in a mass of skin and heat.
I forced her body again, laying on top of her, positioning our legs and hips so that we were between each other. She moaned again as I pushed against her, sliding slightly upward. Her hands dug into my back and her legs started searching for something to squeeze. I pushed against her again as my right hand made its way to behind her head and pulled on her hair in the slightest, causing her moans to grow and her grip on my whole body to become constricting. I wiggled myself away from her and moved her again instinctively.
Nadira was laying on her stomach now, her hips arched towards me, begging to continue.
“Please…” she murmured, “make me come.”
I grinned at her desperate exhaustion and positioned myself betwixt her legs again. I reached over and shoved a pillow underneath her hips, giving her the relaxation of leverage. I looked up before I began to see her arms gripped tightly around the pillow under her head, her eyes closed, her lips moving and forming soundless words. My nose grazed the fleshy expanse that were her lower lips, and my thumb grazed circles around her exposed asshole. Her legs moved again against the surges of pleasure that were shooting through her body, and were constricting me again.
I pressed down my thumb and licked her at the same time, sending her into a new level. She was sweet, salty, warm, and eager. She let my tongue flip up and down her as she moaned louder and gripped the pillow tighter.
I flipped her over again, unaware of the craving monster I had created, and moved up to kiss her on the lips, letting her taste the warm liquid she was dripping. She accepted it completely, while the rest of her body pressed into mine again, so close to orgasm I could feel every inch of her was begging to finish.
I kissed down her chest, past her belly button, and found her clit with my tongue. Two of my fingers ventured inside of her, getting lost inside the wet hot crevice. I opened my eyes to look up at her: her back was arched, her hands frantically searching for a grip, and she bucked with every gentle tongue-flick I delivered. I let the rest of my mouth relax, and started an alternation of flicking and sucking. At this point, she was moving so much I had to hold her down at her hips with my hands, a motion her hands knew to grip tighter at the back of my head.
She came, screaming, in that Spring-like voice, a message of female fragility and unbridled, uncontrolled passion. I quickly moved back up, positioning my hips back into a former position, covering her mouth while forcing out the last remnants of her orgasm with the rest of my body.
She smiled and my hand moved away from her face, kissing her back on her soft lips. She flipped me over and I let my body relax, drifting to sleep, letting her lips kiss any part of me she wanted as I fell into the comfort of the warm couch.
Thanks for reading this monstrous length of a story,
keep an eye out for Part 2!!
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